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When you absolutely cannot stand it anymore,
get thee to The City.

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we made our escape yesterday. what did we do.

bhan mi and grilled eggplant with cherry blossom rice at Pho 69 in San Jose.

ketel one martinis and oysters on the half-shell at The Slanted Door in the Ferry Terminal.

a goddamn snow-cone full of salted pork products from Boccalone. Seriously, three bucks for a paper cup full of brown sugar and fennel salami, coppacolla, and soppresata.

A cheese plate from the Cow-girl Creamery with cheeses, almonds, dates, crusty dark bread, arugula.

lemon-grass pork with vermicelli from the Back Door.

sushi rolls from the japanese deli.

chocolate bar and vodka from the corner liquor store.

art to murder us at the DeYoung Museum.

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and etc.

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whatever is taken from us, we yet lay claim to this kind of pleasure.

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nor will we be dissuaded from it.

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it is enough to renew our parched souls.

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enough and more.

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Namaste.

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